The next morning Emily woke up early and ransacked her closet in search of the sexiest yet most professional outfit she could find. After an hour of looking, she finally settled on a red dress that showed off her girls, yet remained professional. It rested just above her knees, and she curled her hair and smiled to herself at her finished project. As she stood before the mirror and made sure everything was in place and ready to go, she gave herself a mini pep talk.
"You can do this. You are Emily freaking Prentiss, and you always go for what you want. You want Aaron Hotchner, and there isn't a damn thing in this world that is going to stop you from getting him." She applied her lip gloss then smiled at herself. "Damn girl, you look good," she critiqued herself as she slipped on her shoes and headed for the door.
Emily applauded herself when she saw that she was the first to arrive on her floor. How she beat Hotch, she would never know, but a plan formed inside her mind and she quickly threw her bag underneath her desk and headed up to his office. She shut the door firmly behind her and kept the lights off. Her eyes darted between the desk and the couch, contemplating on where to sit, before she settled on the couch.
Fifteen minutes passed when she heard the door handle being turned and she watched as Hotch's silhouette filled the room. Before he had time to turn on the lights, Emily made her move.
"Morning Hotch," she said in a chipper tone.
Hotch slammed into the door, shutting it in the process. His hand landed on his chest over his heart as he came down from the shock. "Prentiss, what are you doing in here?" he asked slightly out of breath. His hand flipped the light switch on and his eyes widened as he saw what she was wearing. "You um…" he trailed off, unsure of how to finish that sentence. 'You look amazing, sexy, delectable' came to his mind, but he brushed those thoughts away. Emily wouldn't want to be thought of as a piece of meat, no matter how much he wanted to sink his teeth into her.
"Oh, I got here early and I was waiting for you. I had to ask you something but," she stood up from the couch and walked over towards the still startled man, "you took so long getting here, I completely forgot what I wanted to ask." Emily bit her lip gently and had to hide her growing smile when his eyes darted straight to her lips.
"I'm sorry," he mumbled as he tried to back up, then realizing he couldn't considering his back was already against the door. "You're very dressed up today," he pointed out as he tried to calm down.
"Yeah," Emily shrugged nonchalantly as she took another step closer to him, "I didn't have anything else clean," she lied. "Is this dress okay Hotch?" she asked with doe like innocent eyes.
"It's fine," he lied.
"Good," Emily smiled, "I was really worried my boobs were going to be a major pain in my ass today. I didn't want to bend over and have them pop out."
Emily's boobs may not have popped out but Hotch's eyes did at her comment. He opened his mouth to say something, anything really, but Emily leaned forward slightly and his eyes fell straight down to her breasts that were trying to break out of her dress. "What do you think?" she asked as she looked up at him from her bent position.
Hotch cleared his throat several times before he was able to form a word that sounded anything like a human. "Um, as long as you…don't do that, you should be fine," he whispered.
Emily took another brave step towards him and he felt the heat radiating off of her body and his hands itched to reach forward and grab her hips and pull her up against him. "Do you not like when I do that?" Emily asked seductively.
"What?" Hotch practically yelled.
Emily couldn't resist placing her hands on his strong chest. She let out a happy moan, and trapped her bottom lip between her teeth again. "God Hotch, your heart is racing like crazy." She paused for a split second before locking eyes with him. "Do I do that to you?" she whispered softly as she trailed her right hand up to slowly run through his hair.
"I don't know what you're talking about," Hotch lied. He knew he should walk away from her, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. A beautiful, attractive, intelligent woman was standing before him, wearing an amazing dress, and he was secretly loving every single second of it. Add in the fact that the woman was the one that he wanted above all else, and Hotch knew that even if a fire broke out in the building he wouldn't be the first one to pull away.
"Oh," Emily pouted slightly, and as Hotch stared at his protruding lip all he wanted to do was snatch it up between his lips and nibble it softly. "I guess I was wrong then," Emily said softly as she backed away from him.
"Wrong about what?" Hotch asked as he was filled with curiosity.
Emily crossed her arms over her chest, pushing her boobs up farther, making Hotch's eyes leave hers again. "I guess I read all the signals wrong. Maybe you don't like me," she said in defeat.
"What?" he said again. Was she serious? Did she really think that he didn't like her? Had he really been giving her signals? How did he not realize this? What the hell was he going to do to prove to her that he did have feelings for her? Strong ones.
"Excuse me sir," Emily sighed in defeat as she tried to push him out of the way so she could leave the office.
Hotch wrapped his large hand around his arm and pulled her away from the door. "Don't go."
"Why?" Emily cried out in fake distress. "You don't want me. I just got all these mixed messages and I don't know how to read them. I'm sorry."
"You make me nervous," Hotch blurted out and Emily's eyes locked onto his.
"Excuse me?"
Hotch let out a deep sigh. "A couple of days ago I gave myself a pep talk that I wouldn't allow you to make me nervous. That I would tell you how I feel about you, but then you started touching me and winking at me and it completely threw me off even more than just being around you does so I wasn't able to say anything to you. But you make me nervous Emily. Extremely."
Emily took a step closer to the man before her. "I do?" she asked in a shy whisper.
"How can you not?" he asked in all seriousness. "You're amazing. There's not a single thing I don't like about you. On more than one occasion, I admit that you've taken my breath away and today is one of those moments. It's the little things with you Emily. Small things make you happy and to me that is beautiful. You are beautiful," he specified.
His eyes bore into hers and she felt her heart melt at his confession. A large smile came across her face and Emily couldn't help but laugh lightly.
"Are you laughing at me?" Hotch asked in disbelief.
"Not at you sweetie," she informed him. "I just can't believe that you feel that way and you've never told me before."
"I didn't know how he felt about me, and I didn't want to make a fool out of myself. I'm shy about these type of things," he mumbled.
Emily lightly ran her hand over his cheek and smiled. "You don't have to be with me. There is no need to be nervous either. I like you just the way you are."
At those words Hotch leaned down, still slightly unsure, and placed a light kiss on her plump lips. Emily sighed into the kiss then pulled him back down to her when he tried to pull away. Hotch's hands rested firmly on her hips and as the kiss became more heated his fingers dug into the flesh.
Finally pulling away from each other, Emily gazed up at him with swollen lips. "You know you could have done that a while ago if you weren't so scared of what my reaction would have been," she teased him as she played with the hair at the back of his neck.
"Well we better not waste anymore time," he chuckled against her lips as he pushed her against his office door and trailed his lips down her neck and nibbled softly on the tops of her breasts that were exposed from her dress.
"Is there anyway we can take the day off?" Emily asked through gasps as his lips worked their magic.
Hotch looked up and smiled at Emily. "Is that what you want?"
"To be with you?" she asked as she tilted her head to the side. "Yes," she informed him as she kissed him again.
"Then let's go before everyone else gets here," Hotch smiled as he quickly grabbed her smaller hand in his own, turned off his lights and practically dragged out of his office.
"Your briefcase," Emily informed him as they made it to the elevator.
"There will be no talk of paperwork, no cases, no BAU today Emily. It'll just be us," he grinned down at her. He was proud of himself. Not only did he get the girl he wanted, but he was also giving up a day of work to be with her. No one else has ever had that effect on him before. He was growing and he had her to thank for that.
"I like the sound of that," Emily smiled as she pulled him into the deserted elevator, kissing passionately as they rode it down every floor until the garage. Hotch pulled her out and quickly shoved her into his car.
"My place okay?" he asked.
"I wouldn't have it any other way," she beamed up at him and then grabbed his hand as they went on their way. She brought his hand up to her lips and kissed it sweetly. As his eyes locked onto hers and he flashed her a simple dimpled smile, she had no doubt in her mind that today was going to be a good day.